He had dreaded seeing her in black.

She had worn it the day before.

He remembered that she had worn more of it than seemed necessary to him.

It had made her appear clumsy and over-fed.
He was immensely relieved to find that she now wore a rose-coloured pignoir, and that it was wrapped very closely about her slim, long figure, as if she were afflicted by the cold and was futilely trying to protect her shivering flesh.

He shuffled across the room and sat down beside her.
"I'm glad you came.